The Lower-Class Classroom!

Author: Unicoon
Raw: https://ncode.syosetu.com/n8138gc/47/
Translator: Lilia v4
Editor: Yuriko AYA

“Grandfather, why are you here!?”

“What’s this. If it isn’t Heinrich.”

Seeing Headmaster Neumann, Heinrich’s face went startled.
Queen Victoria felt a question at that manner.

“Grandfather? Don’t tell me Headmaster Neumann and Heinrich are related?”

“That’s right. My name is Neumann Maxwell. His name is Heinrich Maxwell. The same Maxwell family.”

“My. Was that so? I didn’t know.”

“We don’t say it much in public. Few people know.”

So answering, Headmaster Neumann shifted his gaze to Heinrich.

“It’s been a while, Heinrich.”

“It has… Grandfather, what in the world are you doing in a place like this?”

“I came to see the tower Lady Ulrika made. Heinrich, what of your student council work?”

“I’m in the middle of student council work right now. A tower was built on academy grounds without permission. I’m about to destroy it.”

Hearing Heinrich’s answer, Headmaster Neumann’s expression clouded.

“Destroy the tower Lady Ulrika made? Don’t say something foolish.”

“Foolish?”

Heinrich’s eyes sharpened; an angry look rose.

“It isn’t ‘foolish,’ is it? Building a tower on academy grounds without permission can’t be allowed. Destroying it is only natural.”

“Is that so? Is there even a school rule that one must not build a tower without permission? As far as I know, there is no such rule.”

Heinrich choked, “Ukh.”
He did not flinch, however, and argued back at Headmaster Neumann.

“The lower-class classroom was decided as that wreck of a hut. Remodeling it without—”

“There’s no need to make them take class in a wreck of a hut, is there? Having students learn in a better environment is a good thing, isn’t it?”

Headmaster Neumann proceeded calmly.

“A tower this fine—one might even be grateful they built it. To destroy it would be exactly ‘something foolish,’ would it not?”

“Kh… but they’re the lower class…”

“Heinrich. You hold far too much prejudice against the lower class. Cool your head a little.”

“…I can’t accept it… even though they’re lower class…”

A taut tension flowed between Headmaster Neumann and Heinrich.
In the midst of that, Lady Ulrika raised a hand all of a sudden, eating a macaron.
As free as ever.

“A question for Neumann! We may use this classroom, yes? …Nom nom…”

“Of course! You may use this place as you like.”

At Headmaster Neumann’s words, Heinrich twitched.

“Please wait a moment! Grandfather has been excluded from decision-making regarding the lower class. You cannot decide on your own!”

Heinrich put on a triumphant smile.
Headmaster Neumann, for his part, murmured, “Hmm,” and answered, composed.

“Heinrich, that is incorrect. I was excluded from decision-making only as to the cancellation of lower-class classes, and as to where the classroom would be. Building a new classroom and assigning it to the lower class is a separate matter.”

“Even so, deciding on your—”

“I can decide on my own.”

Headmaster Neumann put on a wrinkled grin.

“Because I am the headmaster.”

So saying, he looked Heinrich steadily in the eye.
A deep, heavy, wordless pressure.

“Now then… do you have an objection?”

“…Damn it. Grandfather’s gone strange! Why do you take the lower class’s side instead of mine!!”

Raising his voice, Heinrich left the spot.
Watching his back, Headmaster Neumann sighed big.

“Really. Heinrich is a trouble. To become that rebellious just because things don’t go his way…”

The subdued Headmaster Neumann had his shoulder poked.
He turned. There stood Queen Victoria, smiling.

“Hm. Is something the matter?”

“I’m glad you protected the students and the classroom. Thank you.”

“Ho ho ho. It is no great matter.”

Prompted by Queen Victoria’s thanks, the students offered thanks one after another as well.

“I thank you as well. You were so cool!”

“Please let me thank you too. Even so, driving off the student council president—as expected of the headmaster.”

“I thought Headmaster Neumann was just an odd old man… he wasn’t, was he…”

“Sasha!? ‘Odd old man’ is going too far!”

“Am I an odd old man…”

To the subtly-faced Headmaster Neumann, Lady Ulrika held out a small package.

“Thank you! I’ll give you a macaron as thanks! Nom nom…”

“Hihii!? What a blessing!!”

Headmaster Neumann knelt, shedding tears as he received the package.
At that manner, exasperated voices rose from the students: “So he is an odd old man?”

And so the Classroom Tower Lady Ulrika had made officially became the lower-class classroom.